All Was Golden in the Sky

Brendon came into the room much later, his sigh smelling like the leftovers I had left out for him when I finally decided to head to bed. He plopped down on the bed, practically on top of me, and fatted out on me until I was trapped. “Ooof. Bren, what the fuck, get off,” I grunted, blinking through my half-conscious state. He groaned and shook his head, nuzzling deeper into my shoulder and stretching his arms and legs until they took up the entirety of the bed.

“Annie,” Brendon moaned. “Baby, take care of meeeeeee.” I struggled to move my arms, but Brendon’s body had me firmly pinned beneath him.

“Get off of me, you oaf! I can hardly breathe!” I finally managed to free one of my hands and accidently forced it right into Brendon’s face. He yelped and rolled off of me, and I shot up in a panic, wiping the slober off my hand and onto the blankets. “Aw, honey, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

“You’re so abusive!” Brendon’s pout always made me want to giggle; it was just too pitiful to look anything but adorable. “First my crotch, now my face. It’s like you don’t want me to be beautiful or make beautiful babies!”

I tried to hide my smile as I cuddled into his side. “You are such a drama queen.” I hummed when his arm begrudgingly wrapped around me. He mumbled something about mistreatment of a sexy mother something, but just as I usually do, I ignored him. “What did Ryan have to say?” I asked after a yawn.

Brendon clicked his tongue and his other arm wrapped around my stomach, pulling me closer as he buried his face between my breasts. I rolled my eyes and flicked his head, only earning some kind of muffled expletive in response. I sighed. “Fine, don’t tell me. But those things aren’t pillows, ya know.”

Brendon finally peeked up at me, his chin still tenderly laying on my chest. “They’re my pillows,” he mumbled, lips still in a pout.

I gave his head a pity pat. “Sure thing, honey bun. Now get some sleep. Tomorrow’s pirate day, and you know shit’s gonna go down.”

Brendon perked up, lifting himself up and resting on his forearms to see my face better. “That’s right! You’re gonna finally let me see that sexy pirate outfit you’ve been hiding, right?”

“Go to sleep, Brendon.”

“Aw…”

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Brendon might as well have lit a canon and fired it into our room. It would have been keeping with the theme, and it probably would have been a less frightening way to wake me up. Instead, he decided to jump on our bed, decked out in his pirate garb and waving around a plastic sword, and scream out in an over exaggerated accent, “THE DAWN HAS BROKEN, FAIR LASS! AWAKE, IF YE DARE!”

I swear my scream echoed all the way down the street.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?” I fell off the bed, tangled in the blankets and squirming to get away from the murderous pirate that had taken over my dear boyfriend. His laugh was heartier than normal; he was hamming the whole pirate day thing up for all it was worth.

“Sorry, Annie. I couldn’t resist.”

I reached up and grabbed a pillow, chucking it directly at his head. “You’re a fucking asshole,” I hissed, disappointed when the pillow just grazed the top of his hat. He merely cackled and hopped off the bed, grabbing the edge of the blankets I was tangled in and dragging them across the floor, and me along with it. “Brendon!”

When he had pulled me away from the edge of the bed and more into the middle of the room he pounced on me, leaving slobbering open mouth kisses all over my cheeks and making me squeal. “Ewwwww, Brendon, you so nasty!” I squealed. His laughter bounced off my head and his kisses became gentler and less wet, moving over my face and finally back to my lips. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes; sometimes he was just too cute. “Alright, you got it out of your system, now help me out of this thing.”

Brendon was still laughing as he untangled me from the sheets and helped me to my feet. When I looked up at him after I finally found my balance he had a strange look on his face, staring at me somewhat quizzically. “What?” I asked. He shook his head and rubbed his chin as he continued to look pensive. I blew my hair out of my face. “Bren, c’mon, you know I hate when you mess with me right after I wake up—“

“It’s strange,” he said, and he started circling me slowly, eyes never leaving my face. I rolled my eyes and refused to turn my head to follow him, standing huffily in place and crossing my arms. When he was square behind me he stopped. “Ah ha! There it is!”

I nearly jumped in the air when I felt his hand slap against my butt, and his hands gripped my waist as I landed. “X marks the spot! There’s the booty I’ve been searching for!” I spun around and glared at him. He was nearly crying laughing so hard, so amused with himself and the cleverness of it all. He was snorting as I stormed away, snatching my bag and dragging it into the bathroom with me.

“Oh, Anne, c’mon, it was funny!” He knocked on the door, still snickering.

“You’re ridiculous,” I said, tugging my top over my head and reaching down to dig through my bag for my pirate outfit.

I could hear him jiggle the doorknob, trying to come in. “Did you seriously lock the door? Oh, c’mon, Annie! I’m sorry. Let me come in?”

I shook my head, knowing he couldn’t see. “Nope. Off with you, mister. Your fair lass is getting dressed.” The jiggling on the doorknob became even more frantic. I was dating such a pervert. “Go wait in the living room, dude! Geeze.” When I finally heard him sigh and shuffle away from the door, I couldn’t help but smirk. A pervert, but such a damn cute one.

I pulled on my outfit without too much thought. It was just something I had thrown together to work for the theme—a red and white striped shirt that rose just above my belly button, a short black vest, and some black jeans of Brendon’s that somehow fit my fat ass. Brendon had gotten me these bad ass combat boots for Christmas last year, and they were just too pirate-y to pass up. Throw in a pair of huge gold hoop earrings and a red bandana over my curls, and I was set to go.

Brendon was looking somber when I walked into the living room. His pirate hat was askew and his plastic sword was laying dejectedly on the floor. As soon as his eyes caught me, his pout instantly dropped into a gaping stare. I smirked and walked past him into the kitchen, where Elisa and Patrick were slurping up some cereal.

“Good morning, everybody!” I did my best to ignore Brendon’s stare as I plopped down next to Patrick. He hadn’t done much to keep up with the theme, other than a few washable tattoos Elisa seemed to have made him put on. Elisa had gotten a little more into it, tying a skull and crossbones scarf around her waist.

Pete and Dallon, however, were nearly as decked out as Brendon was. They strolled in together, and their entrance couldn’t have been more epic if you had played badass music behind them. Pete was topless, which came as no surprise, wearing low ride black jeans and a Jack Sparrow worthy hat. Dallon was a bit more modest, wearing his swim trunks and a tank top with a bandana covering his head and an eye patch over his eye.

I love how my friends go along with themes.

“Damn, Anne, looking good.” Dallon gave me a wink as he sat down next to me. “How is Brendon not all over you right now?”

I laughed as Pete plopped down on my lap, watching Brendon’s eyes practically bulge out from where he sat on the couch. “Let me guess—he made a booty joke,” Pete said.

I stuck my tongue out at him, shoving him off my lap. “You know you were just going to make one, too, Pete.”

Pete snapped his fingers, tugging his phone out of his back pocket. “Damn it, Brendon always beats me to it! Hey, Urie!” Brendon’s head snapped up to attention as Pete tossed him his phone. “Take a picture of me and your sexy girlfriend being pirates.”

Brendon rolled his eyes when Pete tugged me to my feet and slid his arm around my waist. Pete flashed his trademark scowl while I over exaggerated my hip pop, doing my best to look seductive to the camera. Brendon glared but dutifully took the picture, tossing Pete’s phone back to him after.

“Don’t be a tit, Brendon. Give me your phone and I’ll take some of you two,” Pete laughed. My reassuring wink seemed to put Brendon in a better mood, and he carefully handed Pete his phone.

I strolled over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and linking my hands just above his butt. I could hear Pete snapping shots as Brendon placed his hands on my hips, smiling down at me when I wiggled my eyebrows. “Love you, Bren,” I whispered, chastely pressing my lips against his. I could hear Pete giggling as he got the perfect shot.

“That’s Captain Urie to you, lass,” Brendon chuckled as we pulled apart upon Pete’s insistence for a normal pose. Our hips bumped as we faced our overzealous photographer, striking our poses—Brendon, the goofy pirate captain with his sword held above his head with a scowl, and me the dutiful wench, legs crossed, hip popped, and a smirk to hid my amusement at the pirate next to me.

“You two are so fucking cute,” Pete pouted as he handed Brendon his phone back. “Annie’ll never leave you for me with you being so damn beautiful together!”

Brendon sniggered. “Sorry, dude. I’m just a really lucky bastard I guess.” He had that secret smile on again when he looked at me, and I felt my stomach flutter into happy tangles.

“So what’s the game plan for today?” Dallon asked.

Patrick adjusted his glasses and laughed. “Well, the other house already stole the 8 ball for the pool table. So I think that was their first strike.”

Pete gasped. “Bastards!”

Elisa sighed and stirred her cereal into its milk. “Is today really just going to be a bunch of nonsense?”

The boys all blinked at her. “Um…yes? Get with it, Elisa,” Brendon said.

I rolled my eyes and ruffled Brendon’s hair as I headed towards the hall. “You guys brainstorm how to get back at ‘em. I’m gonna check something downstairs real quick.” They all mumbled after me, not really listening. I walked down to the game room, tickled to find that they had in fact stolen our 8 ball. What wonderful pirates.

I had bought a huge supply of chocolate gold coins when Pete and I had gone grocery shopping the day before, and I wanted to make sure they were still hidden away where I’d left them. They’d be necessary for the plans I had that evening. When I saw they were well hidden, I sighed in relief.

The voices upstairs were quietly rumbling throughout the house as they argued the funniest forms of revenge. Brendon and Pete seemed to be the most enthusiastic, which came as no surprise. Below their loud outbursts, I could have sworn I heard a muffled snickering, but it didn’t seem like it was from upstairs. Curious, I glanced out the front door. There was a little moped parked next to our cars that hadn’t been there before, and on its antennae hung a pirate flag.

I opened the door with a giggle, ready to call out William or Gabe for their stylish ride. I had just closed the door behind me when I felt a hand snatch my forearm and hold it behind my back as another hand clamped over my mouth. “You’re coming with us,” a voice whispered hotly in my ear.

I think I was more terrified at being seen riding that moped than I was of my kidnappers.